Jiang Baimian couldn't be bothered to watch the gladiators appear. She controlled the speed at which she turned her head and casually looked back at the spot where the conflict had happened.
At the exit, the security personnel returned to their original positions one after another. The surrounding audience members would glance over from time to time.
All of this meant that someone had probably been running for their life unless the person lurking in the darkness had affected the thousands of people in the area.
If not for the fact that she was in the aristocratic VIP room, Jiang Baimian really wanted to check if there were any bullet holes in the ground and if the brownish-yellow rope was still there.
Her intuition told her that it was most likely true.
She vaguely seemed to grasp something and had a guess.
